Diane Moves Out
Divorcee Exacts Revenge On Abusive Ex
Diane reached into the closet and removed the last of her clothes. She
moved back to the bed where her suitcases were lying open. When she
had finished packing she stepped back and took one last look around
the bedroom. When she looked in the mirror, she was reminded again why
she was leaving.
Her left eye was still discolored, but it had started to fade. Her jaw
was still swollen, and her nose was puffy. Her husband Carl had beaten
her up again two nights ago. She waited until now to leave because he
was at his favorite bar, drinking with his buddies and probably
bragging how he kept his wife in line. As she picked up her bags and
left she vowed never to be in this situation again.
Her marriage had not always been like this. She and Carl had been the
typical happily married couple for a while. Their troubles started
when Diane's career started to move ahead and Carl's did not. Diane
worked as an investment banker and had moved steadily forward to her
present position as Vice President. Carl had lost a couple of good
jobs because he had started to drink more than he should and not pay
attention to his work. The last straw came when Diane came home with
the news that the pay raise she had just received would put her annual
income over $100,000 per year. Carl now made less than half that
amount.
Later that night, after drinking steadily for several hours he beat
her for the first time. This became more of a regular occurrence. At
first he apologized profusely, asking for her forgiveness saying he
would never touch her ever again. But the more successful Diane
became, the worse Carl got. He was out most of the night and
frequently beat her severely. Diane finally got up her nerve and chose
this time to leave him. She had grown to hate the man she married, and
her face and body bore the marks of how badly this marriage had
deteriorated.
Diane moved into an apartment and immediately sued for divorce. Carl
found out where she lived and began to stalk her. She moved again,
this time to a building with very tight security. However, he still
found her telephone number and called her frequently, making threats.
One night Diane had dozed off on the sofa and when she woke up at 3:00
AM the TV was still on. One of those movies made for direct release to
tape and never seen in theaters was playing. It was an action movie
with a twist, using a female bodybuilder as the star. As Diane watched
the woman thrash the bad guys, she sighed and thought "Too bad that
only happens in the movies".
The next day, she stopped in at the newsstand around the corner from
her office. As she browsed she found magazines on the rack featuring
bodybuilders, some of them women. Then she noticed a little door
leading to a section in the back. She went back there and was amazed
by what she saw. There were pornographic video tapes to be sure, but
what caught her attention were the videos of women wrestling, boxing
and just fighting often with men. Again most of these women were
obviously bodybuilders. Since there was a gym close by she thought
"Maybe I can hire one of these women to beat up Carl. It would destroy
Mr. Macho to be thrashed by a woman."
That night after work she stopped in at the gym. She just looked
around for a while, then she saw the person she thought might take on
her little project. Supervising the workout of a man in the back of
the gym, was the most muscular woman Diane had ever seen. Even while
just standing and talking to her client muscles seemed to leap out
from every part of her body when she moved. Diane went to the front
desk and asked who she was.
"That is Sara, one of our personal trainers. I can set you up with an
appointment if you are interested in starting to work out."
"Let me think about it," Diane said and hurriedly left the gym. After
she got home, she realized she had never considered working out, but
decided it would be a good excuse to meet Sara and put her plan into
action. The next morning she called and made an appointment to see
Sara that night after work. The day seemed to last forever, until it
was finally time to go. Diane arrived right on time and was introduced
to Sara. They discussed possible programs for Diane for a while, then
Diane said "Let me tell you why I'm really here." With that she
proceeded to explain to Sara what she had in mind. "I can pay you very
well to do this, $5,000" Diane said.
Sara looked at her very closely. "Why don't you do it yourself. It
would be much more satisfying." Sara said.
"He is bigger and stronger than I am. I wouldn't have a chance."
"How tall are you and how much do you weigh" Sara asked.
" I'm five-seven and I weigh 115 pounds."
"How about Carl?"
"He is five-ten and weighs 185 by now. He has gained weight in the
last year"
Sara looked closely at Diane. "What if I told you could be in shape to
do this in one year. I certainly will do it for that price, if you
decide that is what you want but I will train you to the point you can
do it. You have the right body type, you just have to decide if you
want to put on enough muscle and train in marital arts and boxing
enough to do this or not. Give me a call when you decide which way you
want to go."
When Diane got home there were more messages on her answering machine
from Carl telling her in detail what he meant to do to her when he
caught up to her. She spent the night terrified that he would somehow
be able to get to her. The next day she called Sara and said "I want
to do it."
Thus started Diane's transformation.
She worked out every day with Sara. Things moved very slowly at first.
Then Diane began to make progress. Muscles began to appear in her arms
and legs. Her midsection began to take on a ripple effect. After six
months of just weight training, Sara an accomplished martial artist
and boxer herself, began to instruct Diane in these activities as
well. Finally a year had passed. The divorce was final. The last time
she had seen Carl he had made several threats again. Sara decreed
Diane ready. Her weight had gone from 115 pounds to 144 pounds. Her
biceps now expanded to 16 inches when flexed, her thighs were for her
a monstrous 24 inches. Her shoulders, chest, and back fairly rippled
with powerful muscles.
The other segment of her training had also gone well. Recently she had
knocked out two male sparring partners that Sara had brought in to
work with her. Her fists while not overly large were hard as iron from
all of her work both in boxing and martial arts.
"It's time," Sara told her. "Do you still want to do this? Never too
late to change your mind."
"This jerk has made my life miserable ever since I left him, and I can
still feel him beating me sometimes. I have been dreaming about this
for over a year. Nothing could stop me."
"When you go, I will be your backup. You have worked hard for this. I
will make sure that nothing goes wrong."
When Diane was ready she and Sara sat outside Carl's favorite bar.
When he came out, she almost didn't recognize him. He had gained even
more weight, and had really let himself go. She had heard that he was
now abusing other women the way he used to abuse her. Two of his
buddies were with him as the drove off to Carl's place.
"I'll make sure the two clowns do not interfere." Sara told Diane.
"This is yours last chance to change your mind."
"No chance. Lets go." Diane said. Although she did not want to admit
it, she was feeling a bit apprehensive. There was still a slight doubt
in her mind that she could pull this off, but she was determined to
try. They drove quickly to the house that used to be hers and Carl's
where he still lived. As they started for the front door, Sara had one
last word of advice.
"You will probably get hit. Don't let pain distract you from what you
came here to do. You are in much better shape than he is, and with
your training you can probably take more punishment and hit harder
than he can."
Diane rang the doorbell. When Carl answered the door he was
flabbergasted to see his ex-wife standing there. "Finally come to your
senses, huh. I knew you would come crawling back. Come on in where you
belong."
Then he noticed that Diane was not alone. "This is my friend, Sara."
Diane made the introduction.
Carl turned and pointed to the two men sitting on the sofa drinking
beer. "This is Pete and Mike" he said.
Sara looked at the two men. "Why don't you two gentlemen take me in
the kitchen and lets get a beer and give these two some privacy. I'm
sure they have a lot to talk about." They jumped at the chance to go
with the attractive woman. "Now you two behave yourselves." Sara said
with a wink at Diane. "I will keep these guys occupied for a while."
As Sara, Pete, and Mike entered the kitchen, Sara closed the door and
locked it from the kitchen side. She then positioned herself between
Pete and Mike and the door. "You know how lovebirds are." she said.
"No matter what you hear, the three of us should stay in here and
leave them alone and let them work out their differences, don't you
agree? Now which one of you wants to get me a beer."
When the door closed, Diane looked at Carl. "If you think I am
returning to be your wife again, you are sadly mistaken. I have come
to repay you for all the pain and suffering you have caused me. I
remember every black eye, bloody nose, and swollen jaw, I ever got
from you, and tonight you will see what it feels like to be on the
receiving end. I am going to whip you so bad you will never even think
of ever abusing a woman the rest of your miserable life."
Carl was dumbfounded. "You actually want to fight me?" he asked
incredulously? "You are out of your mind. If you don't take your
clothes off and get over here right now, I will thrash you again right
now."
Diane smiled and removed the sweatshirt that she was wearing leaving
her in a halter top. She could hear Carl catch his breath when he saw
her new body. "I have been busy the last year preparing for this
night." With that Diane raised her arms and flexed her biceps. "What
do you think of these?" she asked him. Her arms swelled into massive
peaks and Carl could see the split at the top and the angry looking
veins running across them. He suddenly seemed to lose some of his
arrogance.
"OK bitch, lets see what you got", he growled. As he said that he
raised his fists and assumed a boxer's stance. Diane did the same and
they slowly circled each other in the living room. Carl lunged forward
and nailed Diane with a quick left. Her head snapped back from the
force of the blow. Carl doubled up on the left with the same result.
"This is going to be easy," he thought.
Diane backed away to clear her head. "He is quicker than he looks,
have to be careful."
She reminded herself, "think, remember all the training and hard
work.".
Carl moved in again firing his left. This time Diane blocked it with
her right arm but it was a feint. Carl's right drove toward her
chiseled belly and landed with a thud. She definitely felt it, but it
was not as damaging as she feared it would be, nor as Carl had hoped
it would be.
"Well, I can take his best shot," Diane told herself. Thinking she
would be hurt by the punch, Carl let go with a hard left hook designed
to take her out. Diane ducked and his fist sailed harmlessly over her
head. She then landed her first blow of the fight, driving her hard
fist into his bloated stomach, rotating her hips to get her weight
into the punch. Her fist encountered little resistance from the
jiggling flesh around his expanded waistline. Carl couldn't believe
this woman he used to pound regularly could hit that hard. His breath
left his lungs in a big gasp and his legs suddenly didn't want to
support him.
"That was the first of many" Diane said to him through gritted teeth.
Before Carl could recover, she brought her other fist smashing against
his ribs. Pain like a lightning bolt shot through his side. Carl
stumbled across the room. He righted himself and started to turn back
to the center of the room. However when he turned Diane was right in
front of him. Before he could react. Her right fist buried in his
stomach again. "Kill the body and the head will die" was what Sara had
drilled into her head during the training sessions, and that was what
she intended to do. Carl started to go down. Diane caught him. Once
more she hammered his gut with that iron hard fist. All resistance
from his abdominal muscles was gone. Her fist ripped deep into the
flaccid flesh. Carl could taste the bile coming up in his throat. He
couldn't get enough breath to even plead with her to stop. This time
she let him drop to his knees. Diane reached down, taking hold of his
hair. She tilted his head up so she could see his face. Winding up she
sent her right fist crashing to his left eye. Since she was holding
his hair, his head didn't move far. Straight down she poured punches
at that upturned face. His eye was closing rapidly, and she hammered
his jaw repeatedly.
She then switched hands, and her left fist closed his right eye. She
then let him drop all the way to the floor. "Break time, you rest up
for a couple of minutes before we continue," Diane told him. If Carl
could hear her, which was doubtful, he gave no indication.
Pete and Mike, hearing the noise coming from the living room, wanted
to know what was going on. Sara opened the door slightly to see how
Diane was doing. Seeing Carl rolling on the floor, and Diane standing
over him she closed the door and locked it again.
"Why are you locking the door?" Pete asked.
"They do need their privacy" she answered.
"Something is wrong here, and we need to check it out" Mike chimed in.
"Nobody is going in there until Diane knocks on this door, and that is
final." Sara stated firmly.
"Well, I'm going now, and you can't stop me." With that Pete reached
for the door.
"Don't do that, I'm warning you" Sara said in a very quiet voice.
"Bullshit" replied Pete, starting to turn the lock. Sara grabbed his
arm and pulled him away from the door. Pete swung at her. Sara blocked
the punch and popped a short left hook to his jaw. Pete staggered back
a step. Sara stayed with him and followed with a crashing right cross
to his other jaw. Pete flew back to the middle of the kitchen and was
out cold before he hit the floor. Mike, who hadn't moved at first,
leaped at Sara. He was met by her right foot driven by the power of
her massive thigh slamming right in his balls. He stood stock-still
and started to mouth little mewing sounds. Sara stepped in driving a
powerful uppercut to his chin. Mike banged against the wall and slid
to the floor, joining Pete in la-la land. Sara opened the door and
said to Diane, "The boys are taking a nap. They won't be bothering us
for quite a while. So go ahead and take your time."
Carl had finally gotten as far as his knees when Diane saw him. As she
approached, he tried to crawl away. She drew back her foot and kicked
him squarely in the butt. He sprawled forward on to his face. Diane
walked around and kicked him in the side. Diane then backed off and
said "Alright Macho Man, get up. I want to see what a tough guy you
really are. The strongest thing about you is your breath."
Slowly Carl climbed to his feet. He made an attempt to attack again,
but Diane easily avoided his swing this time. She continued to taunt
him as he clumsily attempted to hit her. Carl was becoming more
frustrated as he failed to make contact. Diane tired of this game and
after another miss by Carl slipped to her right and once again sank a
wind sucking left deep into his sore belly. Then as he bent over
trying to breathe, her right fist swung in a vicious arc and smashed
his nose. A follow-up punch drew blood from his nose. Diane set
herself and delivered a third straight blast with to his nose with her
right. This time as those hard knuckles slammed home there was a loud
pop, and more blood sprayed. Carl just wanted to lie down, the pain
was overwhelming. Still that brutal fist battered his nose, making
sure it would never be straight again. Carl was on his knees again.
Diane hauled him to his feet.
"Now I believe you are beginning to know what I felt like all of those
times you used me for a punching bag." Diane said to him. Her
adrenaline levels were so high, she had not even considered stopping
yet. She had years of pent-up anger to make up for. Carl started to
mumble something, but when she heard the word "bitch" she cut him off
with another gut wrenching blast to his midsection. Each time she did
this her fist seemed to sink further and further into the blubber that
was his belly. White hot pain seared his stomach. He started to go
down. Diane cocked that murderous right fist and aimed at his jaw. She
stepped in to make sure all of her weight and power were concentrated
in one last explosion of knuckles. There was a sound like a piece of
kindling breaking as that monster punch landed. Carl toppled over
backward and sprawled unconscious in the middle of the living room.
Diane looked contemptuously down at her ex-husband. His nose was a
smashed lump, both eyes cut and bruised, and his jaw was probably
broken. Blood was streaming from his nose, mouth and numerous cuts.
There were fist size splotches of black and blue all over his belly
and ribs.
Sara broke the silence by asking "Was that worth a year of hard work?"
Diane looked at her and smiled. She checked her skinned, raw knuckles
and said "Yes it was, but how did you know that it would be? And how
did you know what my answer would be when you suggested this?"
"That is a long story. Lets go get a drink and I will tell you." They
took one last look around. Pete and Mike were still laid out in the
kitchen exactly where Sara's fists had left them and Carl looked like
he would be out for a long time.
As they left Diane said to Sara " They will have a lot to talk about
when they wake up. I hope they will want a rematch. Maybe they will
have more respect for women from now on."